Goddess
It all started long, long ago. Centuries and centuries, even. A time when your much vaunted, newfangled "sciences" were just a small, insignificant offshoot of the much more noble, much more powerful magical forces which ruled the world. In this long ago land, was a small little, ancient city of Marseille, and within it, a small business family with a daughter quite of interest. Her name was Françoise, and you know her very well, for it is she you speak of in divine reverence.
This girl was a very pretty girl, and from an early age, was educated and prepared to be part of the nobles court, where many a fine, eligible noble were there to find future wives and connections. Upon the age of twelve, little Françoise was accepted, and given residence with her family, where she eventually met a most handsome and gentle noble, who eventually chose her as his wife at the age of thirteen.
The noble, Mathis, was a gentle, sage, generous man, and one with a most important task at hand: the protection of the land from forces the common people were prey to, did not understand, and could not fight on their own. His job was extermination of evil beings, and his weapon was his extreme mastery of arts arcane. He would travel from land to land, healing the sick, rebuilding wrecked communities and farms, and all while defeating any foe which came his way. Mathis took with him his wife, who became one of his most talented disciples, along with his other students and knights to fend off and destroy nests and entry pools to her realm, the realm of mortals.
However, Françoise was not as successful as her husband. Despite her quickly sharpening talent with magic, she could not cure as well, nor could she kill as well, sowing the seeds of fear. The fear of death. A reasonable fear. A righteous fear. A fear which grew and grew within her as a disturbing trend started to set foot in her country, and surrounding countries.
Odd, isolated incidents of entire small villages, and even towns with little to no contact with one another, were falling sick, and dying quickly. The sickness took only ten days, and while it was a bodily affliction, the basis was most definitely magic in creation. To this, Mathis, Françoise, and their followers began to focus on this plague, and eventually tracked it down to another master of magic, a name only Mathis knew, and seemed deeply hurt by.
Three hours did the party wage against the single sorcerer, and great loss struck the heros, as many knights fell alongside some students. However, the greatest tragedy was the plague struck but a single member intentionally on the evil sorcerers death rattle unknowingly, Françoise.
Victory in hand, the remnants went back to home to recuperate, spread the good and horrible news, as well as mourn their fallen comrades, as Françoise began to notice symptoms of the sickness within her, and knew her time was short. On the fourth day of infection, Françoise simply kept it hidden, thinking herself calm with her fate, the fear within her growing. By the eighth, she was in full blown panic, shutting herself out, crying a storm, cursing she didn't alert Mathis, as he was informing the royalty. In her desperation, she tore apart the library, looking for something, ANYTHING which could save her from the quickly approaching darkness which she feared like nothing else, and found but one answer.
A pact to be made, one with a small little demon. She knew the risks of fiddling with them, but a longer life is what she desired, and this one would grant her one eternal if she could get it to agree. It was a small little thing, red, a flat head, no more than three feet, scrawny and sickly looking. Françoise doubted it could help her, but was willing to try anything in her feverish desperation, as day nine had her vomiting blood, her skin pale, and her breathing raspy. The demon was unsure, claiming she was exceeding in potential of magic for him to consume, but must merge with her being, and she would do him a favor later on. Françoise agreed, and the demon merged with her.
Françoise didn't quite remember just exactly what happened, but awoke the next day feeling much better, her skin bright and full of life, her breathing restored, her appetite returned, her energy coursing through her once more. She lived! However, in a way, Françoise died that day, and in her place, the Queen was born...
Françoise knew that she was lucky to have such a fickle demon agree to give her life and immunity to disease, extremely lucky. She didn't know it was life eternal, or that the demon fed on her magic, slowly becoming more powerful within her, as it wasn't her concern. What -was- her concern? The fact that she could still die from a powerful magic slinger much like the one who almost killed her. She began to study again.
Her husband returned, and Françoise paid him little mind, consumed with this hunger she couldn't explain or expel from herself, diving deeper and deeper into demon magic, black magic, natural magic, sealing magic, illusion magic, secretly of course. Her powers now grew quicker than ever, and with much more potent effect. Françoise would leave her home, claiming to heal the sick, but going to other lords of magic, learning from them, becoming darker, more militant. Françoise's views of life began to change: While she still feared death more than anything, if she could CAUSE death, then she could be it's master, and prevent it happening to her. Flawed, but it is what it was.
Françoise began to summon demons, or find demons, challenge them, defeat them, and absorb them into her being, furthering her corruption, but increasing her power, quickly gaining on her husband's own. By this time, she was demanding to be called Queen by the forces she brought with her, sported her clothing, and even her purple masque of the butterfly, and a cat who travelled with her wherever she went. Queen now began to actually seek power, even if it meant sacrifice, but started out small. She would demolish dying villages, or crime dens, rather than bring them to justice, darkening her soul, and feeding the demons within her. Fighting to acquire magical artifacts, and destroying those who got in her way, deeming them evil.
Françoise was lost, the demons within corrupted her to a state she no longer fought for righteousness, but annihilated life to preserve her own, and increasing her powers to do so. Soon though, Mathis found out on one of the rare occasions Queen was actually home, and he was distraught for it, as it was a betrayal to their purpose. Like with all twisted magic users, he would rectify the situation, but not with killing her, just exorcising the dark within her, but Queen wouldn't allow it. In a panic, she slayed the last tidbit that tied her to humanity, and felled her husband as he cried for her salvation.
Rather than sad and broken, Queen found herself renewed, took some of his artifacts, took charge of his army, and set off to crusade against the "wicked" sorcerers, while in all truth, downing ANY sorcerer and demon, either taking or banishing their powers. She learned new, mightier, riskier, much more destructive magics, and even defensive magics. Gave dark life, molded life, destroyed life indiscriminately now, a true threat she once would've fought with all her might against, and enjoyed it like nothing else.
Her brother-in-law caught up with her though, and while slightly more powerful than Queen was, Queen played dirty, used her forces, her cat, and forbidden spells to barely walk away, and realized she was still very much capable of being killed. To rectify this, she would need a power she couldn't attain through demons and study, she needed to become a god of magic itself.
Queen bolstered her might, grew tremendously, slaying even an archdemon, Glauss, a true rival in power, and then a god beast, truly ascending to primitive godhood. Many say that the armies from far and wide convulged on the now rainbow coloured tower of magical energy, crowned with by a single purple butterfly masque, while she was still weak resulting in victory. But nobody knows. What is known, is in a cataclysmic blast which wiped out an entire continent, sending it to the bottom of the ocean, all that was found of her, was a single amulet she recieved as a wedding gift.
Given to a former student of her husbands, he handed it down, family to family, mage to mage, general to thief ultimately, and ended up in a strange modern city. In this city, a small little man, while quite talented in magic, was dabbling in more than he could bargain for, and tried to unseal the amulet, believing that the power within would make him unstoppable.
"...The poor little fool didn't realize he unleashed something more terrible than he could comprehend. However...he would rejoice, even if he didn't deep down, for he had found his Goddess..."
A grin of ruby red lips finished her little story, her accent thick in French, but spoke English perfectly. From behind a purple masque in the theme of a butterfly, in two eyeholes, as pitch as the darkest night, one covered with hair which seemed to be spun from the finest of gold, stared a being long forgotten, until today.
The object of focus was a man, stripped of shirt, flesh flayed from his torso, neck down to his pants, bleeding uncontrollably, sobbing nonstop, the salty tears streaming into his muscle, burning all the more. Hands out, like an offered prayer, he kneeled in a pool of pure blood and meat, the room around him sprayed red, broken wood, shattered glass, body parts strewn about, entire mutilated bodies woven together in some areas, twisted to stomach lurching images in others, some impaled on tables and chairs, and some are part of the wall decor.
"Due to your faithfulness, I shall reward you..." She leaned over, placed but a single kiss upon his head, and pieces of flesh swarmed from around the room, giving him new skin and life, he collapsed to the ground, crying in agony.
The woman who was formerly speaking wore a long red cloak, which concealed her from neck to foot, and it billowed a bit on her left side, as a small white cat came out, and twisted his head towards the woman.
"Goddess..." the cat spoke in a deep voice, also reminiscent of French, "Well, thank you for at least not eliminating me."
"Of course, it's not like I'm some monster..."
